Being on the cutting edge of the grand social scale in Clear Lake City, I couldn't miss the social event of the year. A brand new grocery store opened up. It is an HEB store. It is enormous. Being at the very top rung of the social ladder, we were treated extravagantly when we entered the store. There were hors d'oeuvres of every imaginable type. You couldn't walk 20 feet without meeting another butler with a tray of goodies. They had a nice selection of wines as well. It might have been nicer if they had served them in larger glasses. We mingled with the sweating masses but never lost sight of our esteemed position in the hierarchy. I asked one of the servants if there was any pickled herring. He immediately dropped what he was doing and led me to a storage area where it was available in nice large containers, just as I demand. So, we had our fill of the heady atmosphere and hors d'oeuvres and decided to go back to the limousine for a return to the house. We waved a fond farewell and disappeared into the waiting vehicle. Oh, it is so good to be a socialite.